OK KO: Broodies in the Nesting
Mirror, Mirror in the coop, my father, my further, my feather my child, my friend, how could he be? Who coup it be? We don't get it. We know. We don't care. We be. In da mirror. Misterminor, Mister Mayor, not the meaner, just a mirror.

"We knew the eggs weren't any good anyway, so we just let her do her thing."